Jan 29
When freedom arrived quietly
I came across a post asking whether it’s unhealthy to stop children from choosing — or to let them choose like adults.
It quietly took me back to my childhood.
When I was very small, I was allowed to choose little joys: sweet or spicy golgappa, vanilla or strawberry ice cream, Coke or Fanta.
But no one asked me when I wanted to study or when I wanted to sleep.
Strangely, I never felt controlled. I felt safe.
As I grew, my choices grew too — books, toys, clothes, and later, real decisions.
Freedom didn’t arrive all at once. It arrived when I was ready.
Sometimes, that gentle order keeps the mind calmer and the world less chaotic.
Some things don’t need to be explained. They just need to be lived.